TW : Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Na-Kyum slept like a log. Nothing woke him up except for the sunlight. It hadn't been like that when they were kids. Back then, Do-Yung had often opened his eyes to find kind sleepy irises staring back at him. He almost missed it. But if Na-Kyum had remained such a light sleeper, it would have made things a lot harder for him.
« Hngh ! » He muffled his groan into the sweet neck he knew better than the back of his hand and furiously stroked his hard, leaking penis under the cover.
The sound of his hand intensely rubbing over his wet cock was loud in the quiet room but no one would dare to make a remark. They knew better. Probably only Na-Kyum remained oblivious to everything.
« Kyum… » He growled and slid a hand into his only friend's pants to grab one full soft cheek. Shit. No matter how many times he touched it, it still sent electricity up his skin and directly to his dick. « Ahh… » He came in his hand and remained still for a second, lovingly stroking over Na-Kyum's ass, allowing a finger to push into the crack in between but not enough to reach the place he obsessed over.
He waited a long moment, softly rubbing his semen over his oversensitive dick. Once was never enough. He still remembered the first time he dared to touch himself in this bed, next to a sleeping Na-Kyum. Do-Yung had held back for as long as he could, until Kyum had grown enough to know more about sex, until their first classmates started losing their virginity and he could stop feeling guilty about his own desires. That first time, he had spent on his friend's shirt but didn't clean up. A part of him fed on staining him with his cum. Another was impatient for the naive boy to wake up and notice.
He was still waiting.
After pleasuring himself enough to find sleep, he raised his dirty hand and rubbed his wet finger over the half-parted mouth. That was how things were supposed to be, Na-Kyum covered in his semen, by his side. Forever. Do-Yung bent over the bed and reached out for someone's shirt that hung over the ladder. He put it to his nose and after confirming it wasn't Na-Kyum's, he cleaned himself up with it before throwing it to the floor.
He sighed and gathered the oblivious teenager in his arms, kissed him deeply, like he had learned on this very same sleeping mouth, night after night.
« Sweet dreams, » he whispered and went to sleep.
At seventeen, Do-Yung had nothing left to prove. Even his brothers didn't dare try anything anymore. He was strong enough now.
But Na-Kyum had a dream. About him. About them. Do-Yung didn't need it, already had enough money and power to protect themselves, Na-Kyum would never miss a thing. But those bright eager eyes and the genuine smile he got when he spoke about getting a good job and starting over together forced him to wait patiently. A bit longer.
There was also a minor detail that was starting to bother him. He had no doubt Na-Kyum loved him though it was impossible for him to feel what Do-Yung felt, but after all the time he had generously given, it didn't seem like the pure love was heading where he wanted it to. Do-Yung loved passionately, fiercely, with everything he was, he wanted to make love to Na-Kyum day and night, needed to feel him on his skin. He got jealous of anyone who dared to even look his way, wanted his sweet Kyum all to himself. While Na-Kyum's gaze hadn't changed from what it used to be when they were little, naive kids playing in the bushes.
Though the extent of his missions remained a secret, the little he allowed those useless gangsters to see got them eating out of the palm of his hands. His father had long since appointed him as his heir and after numerous, fruitless attempts at his head, everyone had finally bowed their head to him. Which is how he was introduced to those three useless fuckers. Their parents eager to build ties with the prodigal son of the Seo family who had somehow went from being one of the ten most powerful clans on the country to the single most powerful in the continent.
Kang Chul was the son of the most important arm dealers in East Asia. The blond guy liked to think he was refined and bothered him to no end with talk of his latest conquests. Though one look sufficed to quiet him.
Jae Young-Rae was the heir of another mafia group who was famous for the illegal fighting rings they managed. He had looked down on Do-Yung and it hadn't bothered the latter. It did bother his aging father though who insisted he participated in a tournament. Since then Young-Rae, the tattooed rebel of his family, bowed to Do-Yung and tried to call him hyung. He quickly understood that no one was allowed to call him that but Na-Kyum.
Kim Ma-Ri was a chaebol heiress. Her family had the best reputation and immeasurable wealth and had decided to shift allegiance after Do-Yung single-handedly wiped the group they entertained business with behind the curtains. He wasn't naive and knew why the disgusting pigs enrolled their precious daughter in the lost school he went to. However, they quickly learned that though he didn't care about where she was and what she was doing, she better not dare to cross the line with him.
They stuck to him like leeches since his first day of high school but he had made it clear they better not approach Na-Kyum. He particularly hated the way his Na-Kyum had blushed when Ma-Ri had introduced herself. What did people see in her ? She was rather plain. To be fair, he found everyone plain, ugly even next to his pretty Na-Kyum whom he only had eyes for. So why then couldn't Na-Kyum only see him too ? He only had to look at Do-Yung and no one else. The mafia heir wanted to tear apart every one who met his beautiful golden eyes. He was his and his only.